274: Chapter 274 Ancestral Dragon Bloodline

"Noisy."

Chu Changsheng did not even lift an eyelid. His gaze remained undisturbed, as if the scene of ten thousand ghosts consuming Souls before him was merely the trivial mischief of ants.

The silver dragon behind him suddenly accelerated, its holy white light surging instantly like a rising sun, illuminating the entire Burial Star Sea.

Its dragon claws shimmered with Holy Light that could destroy all evil, carrying the power to purify all things. Its massive body was like a silver bolt of lightning, crossing a thousand zhang in an instant—

The dragon claws struck down fiercely with the momentum of a thunderbolt!

"Bang—!"

A dull thud, deafening to the ears.

This bone banner, capable of controlling ten thousand ghosts and striking fear into the hearts of countless Cultivators, was smashed into dust along with the old demon's body!

Blood mist sprayed across the sky, dyeing the seawater below red. The cultivation of a Late Soul Transformation Stage expert proved vulnerable before absolute strength—

Without even a chance to resist.

Under the Holy Light of the silver dragon, those vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts let out shrill wails, black smoke rising from their bodies as if they were being scorched by fire. In just a few moments, they dissipated without a trace, leaving nothing behind—

Completely liberated.

This scene happened to be witnessed by the demon Cultivators hiding behind the reefs in the distance.

Their eyes widened, faces filled with terror and despair, their bodies trembling like chaff—

They didn't even have the strength to flee.

This old demon was a dignified Elder of the Myriad Demon Palace, already at the Late Soul Transformation Stage. He had run rampant in the Northern Nether Demon Realm for a century, his methods ruthless; anyone who saw him had to show three parts of respect!

Yet now, he had been killed instantly by a casual swipe of the opponent's claw, without even a chance to fight back!

The strength of this newcomer was simply terrifying to the point of despair!

"System, locate Chu Zhanxiao."

Chu Changsheng did not stop, his figure turning into a streak of emerald-gold light as he flew rapidly toward the depths of the Burial Star Sea. His voice remained cold, without a ripple—

As if the slaughter just now had been nothing more than crushing a few ants.

"Host, the target's aura has been detected."

The System's voice rang out quickly, carrying a hint of urgency:

"Chu Zhanxiao is imprisoned in the core palace of the Myriad Demon Palace, the 'Soul Devouring Hall.' Thirty-six Dragon Trapping Formations have been set up around him, with the Formation eyes guarded by three Peak Mahayana Stage powerhouses. Host only needs to fly north to arrive."

"Understood."

Chu Changsheng nodded, his speed increasing. His emerald-gold Dao robe streaked across the Void Realm, leaving behind a dazzling trail of light like a meteor passing through, illuminating the pitch-black Demon Realm:

"Kill my way north, is that it?"

He looked up, his gaze falling on the blood-colored palace drawing closer ahead. The palace was built from countless demon bones, exuding a thick scent of blood and Death Qi—

It was the core mountain gate of the Myriad Demon Palace.

Chu Changsheng's voice suddenly rose, his killing intent soaring to the heavens, causing the world to tremble slightly:

"Those who block me, die!"

"Roar—!"

Nine True Dragons responded in unison, their roars shaking the nine heavens. The nine-colored Dragon breath intertwined, turning into an unstoppable torrent, carrying the power to burn the heavens and destroy the earth, freeze ten thousand miles, and purify all things—

Smashing fiercely toward the Burial Star Sea!

With an earth-shattering roar, the entire Burial Star Sea was ripped open by the Dragon breath, creating a massive, bottomless pit. Debris flew everywhere, and Demonic Qi soared to the sky.

The palaces and altars along the way were crushed by the nine dragon auras, turning into ruins with dust flying. The demon Cultivators who resisted stubbornly, whether Elders or Disciples, all perished, their bodies destroyed and Divine Souls extinguished—

None survived.

Wherever Chu Changsheng passed, corpses littered the fields, and rivers of blood flowed, dyeing the black seawater red—

No one could withstand his edge!

Inside the Soul Devouring Hall, the core palace of the Myriad Demon Palace.

It was dark and cold here. Countless blood-colored chains hung from the ceiling, wrapped in thick Death Qi and resentment. Each chain shimmered with an eerie red light—

As if they had been cast from the blood of living beings.

The hall was filled with a nauseating stench, mixed with the charred smell of burning Divine Souls, making one want to vomit.

In the center of the hall, a figure was tightly bound to a stone pillar—it was Chu Zhanxiao!

He was covered in blood, his clothes soaked through and tattered. His body was covered in wounds of varying depths, some still oozing blood, his aura weak to the extreme—

As if he might fall at any moment.

Yet his eyes remained sharp as knives, staring fixedly at the figure in blood-colored palace robes before him, without a shred of fear—

Only monstrous hatred and unyielding rage.

The light of dozens of Formations enveloped him. As the Formation patterns flickered, they emitted an eerie black radiance—

Constantly draining the pure True Dragon Bloodline within his body.

Saint Son Yao Wuyue walked slowly toward Chu Zhanxiao. His blood-colored robe fluttered without wind in the dim hall, the hem trailing on the ground like a spreading tide of dark red. Where his toes lightly touched, a circle of eerie blood patterns emerged on the ground, blooming like lotus flowers before silently vanishing—

As if walking on a path paved with blood-colored phantoms.

He stopped before Chu Zhanxiao, leaned down, and reached out a hand. His cold fingers, like cold jade, pressed against the other's cheek, slowly stroking it.

The movement was gentle as if out of pity, yet it revealed a condescending intent of defilement.

A light of near-obsession ignited in his dark eyes, greedy as an abyss, yet his smile remained languid and mocking—

His voice echoed faintly under the dome, carrying sticky malice:

"How surprising... Look at your wretched state; I thought you were just an ant to be crushed at will. Who knew—"

His fingertips slid down, hovering over Chu Zhanxiao's chest, as if he had already touched the surging power deep within the Bloodline.

"You actually harbor a True Dragon Dao Body, something not seen in ten thousand years... Even better, there is a wisp of Ancestral Dragon true blood nourishing it from within."

A low laugh escaped Yao Wuyue's throat, burning with scorching desire:

"Such a pure Bloodline... If refined by me, it would be far more than just Soul Transformation. One day, the position of Demon Emperor, the Northern Nether Demon Realm, and even the entire Taichu Continent—"

He paused slightly, blood light flaring in his eyes:

"Will all grovel at the feet of this Saint."

"This great gift, this Young Lord will gratefully accept."

Yao Wuyue cackled strangely, his scarlet tongue flicking like a viper, slowly licking his lips. That splash of crimson, set against his paper-white skin, exuded a hair-raising eeriness—

Like a ghost that had just drunk blood.

In his narrow eyes, a purple light suddenly surged, like two burning ghostly flames of the netherworld, pouring out the greed and cruelty churning in his heart, unhidden and unashamed—

Nakedly proclaiming his malice.

"Rest assured,"

He leaned forward half a step, his figure pressing extremely close. His voice was soft, like a lover's whisper, yet every word was tempered with ice-cold malice, piercing the eardrums painfully:

"This Saint will certainly make good use of your Dao Body, which is rare in ten thousand years. First, I will extract this wisp of Ancestral Dragon Bloodline, refine it into a blood pill, and nourish it daily to help me break through to the Demon Emperor realm; then, I will peel your skin, strip your bones, refine them with millennium black ice, and forge them into a suit of body-fitting armor."

Speaking of this, he paused deliberately, his gaze scanning Chu Zhanxiao inch by inch, as if appraising a flawless collection piece. His fingertips even traced the air across Chu Zhanxiao's neck, his tone full of nauseating playfulness:

"Presumably... armor bonded with Dragon blood and Dragon bones must feel quite nice."

Before the words fell, Yao Wuyue walked slowly with his hands behind his back, stepping toward the center of the Formation.

With every step he took, a faint circle of purple patterns rippled across the obsidian floor tiles beneath his feet. The purple patterns moved like living things, echoing the Soul Devouring Formation trapping Chu Zhanxiao—

The Formation patterns instantly surged by three parts, and the Demonic Qi grew stronger.

The demon vines wrapped around Chu Zhanxiao's limbs and body seemed to instantly sense their master's monstrous malice and tightened suddenly!

On the dark brown vines, dense barbs like steel needles pierced fiercely into his flesh. Each barb had a hook, tearing muscles and scraping bones. Blood gushed out, winding down the vines and being greedily swallowed by the Formation, making a "gurgle, gurgle" sound—

Like a hungry ghost drinking blood.

At the same time, wisps of ink-black Soul Devouring Demonic Qi drilled into his Meridians along the barbs, like maggots on bones. Wherever it passed, his spiritual power collapsed inch by inch, rushing straight toward his Divine Soul—

As if wanting to devour his Soul completely.

"Ugh—"

Chu Zhanxiao groaned, the veins on his forehead bulging and twisted like angry dragons. Cold sweat instantly soaked his tattered Dao robe, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground mixed with blood.

Extreme pain swept through his whole body like a tide. His bones felt as if they were being crushed inch by inch, emitting creaking groans, and his Divine Soul felt as if it were being scorched on fire—

Every beat brought heart-wrenching pain.

His body trembled uncontrollably, but his eyes stared fixedly at the slowly approaching Yao Wuyue—

Never once wavering for a moment.